Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2018 14:03:07 -0400 From: Robert Heard Subject: The Community Pool Chapter 2 It had been a fairly uneventful week so far -- except for my last trip to the local pool, that is. After my unexpected encounter with Evan, I had headed home, stopping by a fast food drive-thru for supper. Since that time I had been occupied with other issues of life. The following days were largely spent on domestic issues. I got up early and mowed the lawn, something I actually enjoyed. As a lifetime city dweller I had lived in apartments with no yards. While having a yard as a homeowner entailed additional work, I found my new responsibilities freeing in an odd way. There was something personally satisfying about owning my own home and taking care of my own property. I eschewed my headphones and decided to mow the lawn with no music. For some strange reason I found my new mower to be all the sound I needed. I stood there for a moment trying to decide which way to mow -- up and down or back and forth. I finally chose back and forth, realizing that I was an idiot for actually debating this. So off I went making row after row of freshly cut grass in my yard. I finished in about 45 minutes and stood back to admire my work. Clearly I was a natural-born homeowner. My new home was located on the northwest side of town not far from the community pool. I was on the outskirts of town where neighborhoods ended and the country began, and I loved it. I was close enough to town to enjoy all the benefits of its charm but still far enough out to not hear constant traffic and other people. My nearest neighbor, in fact, was a quarter of a mile from me. After finishing the lawn I headed inside and had a glass of water. I hit the shower and cleaned up, then went downstairs to do a load of laundry. As the clothes ran through the wash cycle, I made myself a cup of coffee and sat at the back window admiring the expansive country view. After finishing my laundry I went online and did some work. I completed my work earlier than expected and found myself with some extra time on my hands. Since it was mid-afternoon and the temperature was in the high eighties, I decided to suit up and head to the pool for a refreshing swim. I threw on my trunks and a tee shirt and headed for the car. I arrived at the pool within five minutes and found a parking spot. I noticed the lot was largely empty as I walked into the building and toward the pool area. There were a few people splashing around in the water, as well as a few sunning themselves on the surrounding grass. I found a lounge chair and put my towel and novel down on it. I had finished reading my previous book and was starting another one, a sequel from the same author. I walked over to the vending stand and bought a bottle of cool water and took a sip. A refreshing pool, a bottle of cold water, and a new spy novel -- the perfect afternoon. I put my water and book on the lounge chair, took off my tee shirt, and headed for the water. As usual it was cool but not cold, perfectly refreshing. I said some polite hellos to the other swimmers and proceeded to leisurely paddle around. I loved this pool. Even though it wasn't really useful for exercise and fitness, it was great for general fun and just casually cooling off. I was in the deep end of the pool near the presently unused diving board when I heard a small commotion. I looked over to see a number of teenage boys. They were running, which the lifeguard quickly blew her whistle at and slowed them down. I noticed immediately that one of the boys was Evan. He smiled at me as they headed to the pool, most of them choosing to jump in rather than use the steps. Evan swam over to me. "Hey, John," he called out. "Hey, kid," I responded. "Another swim with your friends, I see." "Oh, yeah," he smiled with that boyish grin of his that I found so enticing. "You're not working today?" "I actually got done early," I said, "and decided on the pool. I hate to waste a sunny day indoors." He smiled in agreement. At that moment one of the other boys called his name. "I gotta go," he said as he swam off toward the group. I watched for a while as they swam around and splashed each other, acting like middle school boys do. I eventually got out of the pool and toweled off. I got comfortable in my lounge chair and took a long swig out of my bottle of water, savoring the cool refreshment of it. I leaned back and continued to watch the boys in the pool admiringly. Today's boys were a fine offering of the town's best and cutest. My eyes drifted from one to the other, slowly taking in the individual beauty of each. There was a kid with brown hair, the length reminding me of The Beatles from the Sixties. His wet hair hung down over his handsome face. When he lifted his arms, I noticed a small amount of wispy armpit hair, something I always found sexy on a boy. Across from him was a redhead. He appeared to be slightly older than the others, probably around fifteen. I noticed in addition to his light-toned skin that he had more underarm hair than most of the other boys, and it was red. A cute kid, I thought. There were other varieties of boys as well -- blondes, brunettes, light and dark browns. They appeared to range in age from thirteen to fifteen, my preferred age. I watched the boys as they continued their horseplay before turning my attention to my book. I had been engrossed in my reading when I was interrupted by Evan. I looked up at him from my reclined position. "Hey again, kid," I smiled. "Hey again, John," he replied. "You look like you're done swimming," I continued. "Yeah, we all are." He paused as if at a loss for words. "Um, do you have a minute?" he asked shyly. "Sure," I said hopefully. "What can I do for you?" In response he discreetly nodded at me to follow him into the building. I set my novel aside, arose from my chair, and silently followed him. Once inside he made a beeline for the men's room, raising my hopes for another encounter. I pushed the door open, entered the dimly lit room, and rounded the corner to the changing area. Evan was there -- but he wasn't alone. "This is my friend Alex," he said in a hushed tone, motioning to the boy standing beside him. I took a moment to look Alex over. He appeared younger than Evan, I guessed around thirteen, and was several inches shorter. He had sandy blonde hair that was still wet from the pool and all mussed up. My eyes took in his young body. Like most of the boys in this town he had a nice build. I would describe him as slender but with budding potential. His chest was showing some definition, as were his arms. His belly was flat and showing signs of a burgeoning six-pack. He also had hazel eyes and a beautiful smile. I was immediately taken with him. I nodded in his direction and acknowledged him. "Hello, Alex." He smiled an adorable smile in response. "Alex wants to know if you would, you know..." continued Evan. I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted but didn't want to make assumptions. Plus I was nervous that Evan had told someone else of our encounter. "If I would what?" I asked innocently. Evan blushed. "If you would, you know, suck his cock," he continued. For a moment I thought my heart would stop. On the one hand the thought of sucking off this adorable young teen sent erotic pulses through my groin, on the other I was fearful about too many people knowing about my sexual proclivities. I stood there for a moment unsure of how to respond. "If you want to," interjected Alex in a young adolescent voice. I noticed that his eyes were wide with anticipation. Apparently Evan had given him some details. Finally I found my voice. "Well, I suppose I could...if you want to, that is." Alex's face lit up. "Yes, I want to!" he practically exclaimed. I looked around quickly to ascertain that we were alone in the men's room. The last thing I needed was for someone to overhear this exchange. "I'll leave you alone," Evan said with a smirk as he headed out the door. "So, young man, do you want to step into the shower?" I said, motioning to the open shower stall next to us. Alex complied instantly. Once inside he wasted no time in untying his trunks and dropping them to his knees. The kid was already hard and ready for action, his young cock quivering in expectation. I knelt down before him and brought my face close to his package. I inhaled deeply, taking in the alluring aroma of a horny teenage boy, the most erotic scent on earth. As I took him in, I once again speculated that teenage boys must emit pheromones from their genitals. His natural scent was mixed with the unmistakable smell of chlorine from the pool, a fresh, summery smell that made him all the more desirable. I finally leaned forward and took his entire length into my mouth. Alex groaned slightly, apparently happy with my action. I slid up and down his shaft, coating his pole with my saliva. Alex continued to moan lowly and breathe heavily, clearly enjoying my technique. After about ten long, slow strokes, I began bathing his head with my tongue. Alex gasped audibly -- "ohh!" -- confirming once again that he found it pleasurable. I let my tongue roam freely all over his glans, licking him fast enough to keep him aroused, but slow enough to keep him from cumming too quickly. As my mouth worked his prick, my hands roamed around his young body. The fingers of one hand stroked his tight, hairless scrotum while my other hand worked its way around back to squeeze his firm little ass cheeks. Alex was taking this all in, gasping and grunting as I orally worked him over. I began tasting his precum, proof positive of his satisfaction. I reveled in the taste of this kid's emissions, realizing that I wanted more. Pushing his cock up towards his belly, I extended my tongue and began licking his ball sack. Alex giggled quietly. "That tickles!" he said. I looked up and again saw that angelic smile. Seeing his face aglow with pleasure made me even hornier. I began kissing my way up from his groin to his belly, again making him giggle. He didn't object, so I continued kissing and licking up to his chest and could feel his heart racing within him. He was enjoying this as much as I was. Feeling more sexually aggressive than normal, I lifted one of his arms. He had no hair but was completely smooth. I leaned forward and began licking his smooth armpits. "Oh, shit," he moaned. "Oh, shit." He was breathing pretty heavy now, and so was I. I continued my tongue action on his next soft armpit, tickle-licking this kid for all I could. He wasn't resisting in any way, so I decided to take it further. I gently turned him around so that my face was within inches of that tight little bum. "Wh-what are you doing?" he asked. "Something I think you'll like," I smiled. I gently parted his cheeks with my fingers and exposed his little rosebud, tight and puckered. I moved in and began massaging it with the tip of my tongue. Alex gasped audibly: "Ohh...ohh..." I noticed that he was pushing his cheeks backwards toward my face, probably unconsciously. Yes, he was definitely enjoying this! I began pressing forward a bit more and inserted the tip of my tongue into his little pucker, wriggling it around wildly. This drove him mad! He was moaning and gasping so loudly that I was afraid someone entering the room would hear. After a few minutes of tickling his behind, I spun him back around and returned to his thirteen-year-old boner, noting that the tip was leaking copious amounts of precum. I once again engulfed his length clear down to the base and resumed stroking his head with my tongue. I could tell that this wasn't going to last much longer. I felt Alex's body stiffen and begin to tremble. He groaned loudly, doing his best to stifle himself by keeping his lips closed as h e ejaculated in my mouth: "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!" I felt pulse after pulse of his pubescent semen hit my tongue. I lapped up every drop of this kid and swallowed, not wanting to waste a drop. As expected, he tasted amazing, his cum warm and creamy in my mouth. I'm continually amazed at how great teenage boys taste! He finally stopped spurting, much to my disappointment, and I pulled back and reluctantly released him from my mouth. "Oh, fuck!" he exhaled breathlessly, his adolescent cussing making me smile. "Oh, fuck!" I smiled up at him. "So that was okay?" I asked rhetorically. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "So do you come here a lot...?" Feedback is always appreciated and responded to. My email is orbl1415@gmail.com. If you like these stories, please consider a donation to Nifty.